a couple of weeks ago, i attempted to share my fitness regime and ended
up talking about cheesecake instead. this post, however is as serious
as a heart attack.
one month ago, i made a sober self, size, and well being assessment. i
was still heartbroken at my last child hopping out of the nest all the way
to brazil and tending to my heart with a huge scoop of vanilla haagen
dazs and chocolate syrup every night.
as i stepped away from my calorie laden addiction, i made a firm commit-
ment to myself:
- no more ice cream fiestas after dinner
- as many fruits and vegetables as i can stand
- low carb for dinner
- drastically smaller portions but every 3-4 hours during the day
- lots of exercise, weight training, and water
at first, it was very uncomfortable. i made myself stop eating even when
i still wanted "more, please." but, amazingly, just one month later i am
enjoying satisfying and nutritious meals but am no longer able to eat
large portions. my stomach now tells me, "no more, please."
i am also adjusting to my new life with hans, which includes bike rides,
long walks, travel, and very soon a trip to brazil to see our sweet daughter!
and yes, my jeans fit quite comfortably again. no way, i'm telling the size!
"on this mountain the Lord will prepare a feast of rich food for all
people, a banquet of aged wine- the best of meats and the finest
of wines." isaiah 25:6